[Roland nods and leads the way, makes a brief stop to talk to the bartender - coin from his world is still coin, after all, and worth the guarantee that they won't be bothered - and slips into the room, sitting on a barrel next to the door. Glamorous it isn't, it's dusty and small, but there's no one else here, and that is, so far as Roland is concerned, all he needed it to be.]

This might be the furthest from this crowd you're going to get, at least without going up. Is it what you were looking for?

[Because, though Roland watches him closely, Roland won't come out and ask why he'd needed to get away in the first place. Not that he isn't curious, in a vague, dim sort of way, but the man'll tell what he tells. Anything more is none of Roland's business.]